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I'm really bummed, darlings. So there I was last night, looking into rolling over my government sponsored retirement fund into an IRA and other such financial (and therefore completely foreign to my money-illiterate mind). You know, in preparation of the upcoming legal fun with Bastard Dad. So I'm all parusing that site and the required IRS site for the required forms when I get the brilliant idea to do one of those social security retirement benefits estimates. For which I pulled out all my 1040s.

Reviewing these type things? NOT recommended, darlings. Very depressing.

Although later, after the tears dried, I thought it might be a constructive thing to hang a sign above my desk

2002: $XX,XXX - 2003: 3 x $XX,XXX just to remind me - Working sucks but not working sucks more.

Speaking of not working, I oozed my way into work this morning, all achy and hoarse, but as soon as they saw me, they sent me home.

Looking like luke warm shit has its benefits.

In a Ross Perot "bite the bitter pill" moment, I grabbed my pack of legal forms to work on today. But instead I took a pill and slept 6 hours.

I'm still sick, by the way, so the nap really did me absolutely no good whatsoever.

But! Art History is back on the community college channel and I got to watch it! II'm addicted to this show. Really, quite in love. Art history rocks!

4:05 pm - 09.29.03
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